"Looking for death!"
Zhou Yan's face twisted with rage, his fist gathering terrifying power, bursting with radiant green light, mercilessly pounding toward Feng Wuchen.
However, before Zhou Yan's fist could hit Feng Wuchen, his expression drastically changed, overwhelmed by a sudden fear that surged through him, causing cold sweat to pour down.
The fist he had thrown dared not move an inch.
Because, without his knowledge, Feng Wuchen's index finger was already pointed at Zhou Yan's brow.
As a Three-Star God Venerable, Zhou Yan had no room for error.
Just as Feng Wuchen said, killing Zhou Yan would be as easy as a single move.
Zhou Yan was well aware that if his fist moved, he would surely die.
"So fast! I didn't see it at all!"
"It's terrifying! I never imagined this kid's strength was so powerful."
"We all underestimated him! If not for his immense power, how could he dare venture alone into the depths of Beast Spirit Mountain?"
